We’re weird. Really weird for alot of people. Deep but shallow. From the infromation that is out on the net – we’re less than 3% of the population. I’m not sure about all the other INTJ’s out there but I have a really blunt side and a poet side. I’ve tried out having ‘feeeeliinnngs in real life, but that bouncy, bubbly, girl thing – I am going to have to leave to the girly girls. I don’t mean anything hateful by that and I certainly don’t want to offend anyone. I just call it like I see it. Sometimes I’m wrong – when I’m not sure – I keep my mouth shut if it’s none of my business and let the situation work itself out.
I’m kind of a hardliner when it comes to personal responsibility. I really believe that we are responsible for ourselves, our families and then helping society by defending the values that we as individuals hold true to our heart. I know. Selfish. Let me ask you a question though. Just for consideration.
If I, as an adult, don’t take care of myself – who will?
I’m not married. I don’t have a significant other. My parents aren’t able to financially and I am not going to swallow my pride and get on welfare. I considered it but the significant humiliation I experience at the mere thought of it was more than I could stand. Some would call that Pride. I call it Integrity. Faith to the values that I hold dear.
I am challenged sometimes by the degrees that we have to go to stand up for what we feel in our hearts to be right and true. Hence, the poetry side of me. The idealist in me that cannot live in a society that is a dog eat dog world and sometimes I feel like the bone. Makes me wonder if there will ever come a time when we can live in harmony as a species.
I have sugarcoated thing for the last fw years in order to gain the experience and perspective that others believed I should have, and I haven’t found any evidence that my previous thoughts, feelings and decisions were unjustified. I’m torn between feeling badly about the Fuck’s You’s I send out to those who can’t stand me and shouting “Fuck You” Get over it. It’s a terrible place to be hated by everyone. But then, all the greats were hated by someone somewhere along their paths. Maybe I’ll be great after I’m dead and gone. Who knows.
Recently, I’ve started working with an individual and our political views and beliefs are vastly different. So different in fact that it was an issue when they were considering me for the position. I am a registered Independent. They are Registered Democrats and are very liberal in their views. I, voted for Trump. Do I think he’s doing a fantastic job? No, not especially. Do I think anotehr candidate would have done a better job? Yes. However, having said that – i don’t get to vote in theprimaries. I get to vote on whomever is on my ballet. I pay close attention to all candidates during elections. When the time comes to vote – I cast my ballot. In secret. There’s a reason that you vote alone.
I wrote all that to say – Please hate me. I need haters. My life works and runs better when I have haters. If you don’t like me – cool. If you do – cool.
I win either way 🙂
I’m always open for intelligent conversation. Name calling, mud slinging and all that other jazz; I can do that too. I have a pretty heavy critic that lives inside and am not afraid to use her. She reminds me of the Hulk and she kinda scares me a little bit with how powerful she can be.
So lets play nice in the sandbox shall we? I like all the touchy feely stuff too. I have a poetry page and there’s feelings there. 🙂 I just operate more out of my Thinking side…in a world of what feels like cut throats – it pays to have some skills 😉
Menopause sucks.
A Dragon's Peace 